1. There is singing up in heaven
    such as we have never known,
    Where the angels sing the praises
    of the Lamb upon the throne;
    Their sweet harps are ever tuneful
    and their voices are always clear,
    O that we might be more like them
    while we serve the Master here!

    Refrain
    Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,
    And I expect to help them make
    the courts of heaven ring;
    But when I sing redemption’s story,
    they will fold their wings,
    For angels never felt the joys
    that our salvation brings.

  2. But I hear another anthem,
    blending voices clear and strong,
    “Unto Him who hath redeemed us
    and hath bought us,” is the song;
    We have come thro’ tribulations
    to this land so fair and bright,
    In the fountain freely flowing
    He hath made our garments white.

  3. Then the angels stand and listen,
    for they cannot join that song,
    Like the sound of many waters,
    by that happy, blood-washed throng;
    For they sing about great trials,
    battles fought and vict’ries won,
    And they praised the great Redeemer,
    who hath said to them, “Well done.”
  4. So, although I’m not an angel,
    yet I know that over there
    I will join a blessed chorus
    that the angels cannot share;
    I will sing about my Savior,
    who upon dark Calvary
    Freely pardoned my transgressions,
    died to set the sinner free.

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